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Sep 2014
I still converse with some of my old army buddies.
All of us are recovering
from violent foreign service.
We've lost some too.
We heard Jeff B. hung himself,
had a wife and three kids.
Who knew
when we got back
to the world,
sad **** like this would still happen?
Tom M's still ****** about it
& when he reads the crap
about ISIS in the morning papers,
he gets infuriated,
especially when another innocent head gets chopped off
& he fumes through pursed lips,
"Let's have some real fun,
let's make some glass beads
out under the desert sun,
let's nuke 'em all!"
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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